Margaret curtsied. "Well, I"ll leave you to your discussion."
"You may expect me in half an hour, Margaret."
Colin brushed at the nonexistent lint on his trousers. Did his father have to announce his intention to bed his wife in front of him?
After she left, the marquess polished off a brandy and regarded him with amus.e.m.e.nt. "Did you think I"ve become so ancient that I"ve lost my virility?"
He turned his head aside. "I don"t want to know your intimate business."
"Are you blushing?" Of course he wasn"t, but d.a.m.nation, no man wanted to know about his father"s marital relations. "I"m here because you requested my presence to discuss the sale of Sommerall."
The marquess clasped his hands over his slight paunch. "You are curt this evening. Perhaps you have forgotten who supports your lavish lifestyle."
His quarterly funds hardly counted as a "lavish" lifestyle, but Colin refused to be distracted. "I stopped at Sommerall earlier today. Are you aware the key is missing?"
"It is not missing," the marquess said. "I retrieved it some time ago to keep vagrants out."
Colin nodded. "I"ll come to the point. I want Sommerall."
The marquess huffed. "For what? You spend all of your time in London. The property has remained unoccupied for years. The furnishings and paintings are covered with sheets. G.o.d only knows what sort of nests are in the chimney. The place needs to be occupied. I see no reason to let it rot when I have an offer."
Colin clenched his jaw and reminded himself to hold his temper. A row would serve no purpose. "I have a plan-"
"Not tonight." The marquess groaned after he moved his feet off the stool and stood.
Colin"s eyes widened. "Are you unwell?"
"Of course not," the marquess said. "Go on now. I"ll meet you in my study after breakfast."
"If you will listen-"
"Tomorrow," the marquess said.
"I only want a few minutes of your-"
"You will meet me as directed," the marquess said.
His father had always insisted upon having control of everything, including the last word. Colin gritted his teeth, stood, and bowed. "Good night," he said.
After Colin left, the marquess winced when his knees creaked. Little wonder. He"d tramped all over the property with Wycoff earlier today. He"d always been active, either riding or walking along the property. He personally inspected repairs and drainage issues. Only a fool would allow others to make the decisions, and he was no fool.
He was doubly glad that he was as fit as ever, as he didn"t want anything to interfere with the shooting. Every autumn, he and Wycoff had a fine time shooting birds-or rather attempting. Aiming their guns at birds was a better description. They rarely ever bagged one, but that didn"t matter. He enjoyed spending time with his oldest friend. He thought about inviting Colin, but the marquess knew it was time to teach his son a lesson. That was the reason he"d requested his reckless son"s presence at the house party.
The marquess sighed. He had heard more stories than he could count about his son"s debauchery, gaming, and dissipation. He should not be surprised. After all, he"d been quite the rakeh.e.l.l in his day, but he had decided it was past time that Colin settled down. Once the marquess made a decision, he stood by it.
He"d known his threat to sell Sommerall would infuriate his son, but he"d been fairly certain that Colin would have made excuses to avoid the house party and Angeline. The pair had never gotten along since her come-out. Margaret had told him in confidence that Colin had reserved the first dance, but there had been a dustup when he"d shown up late and foxed. That was years ago, but they had remained estranged all these years. Seemed ridiculous to him, but what was he to do about it?
But now his old friend Wycoff was worried about his eldest daughter. She"d gotten herself in a tangle over jilting a beau, and Wycoff worried about her future. The marquess sympathized, as he had his own problems with Colin.
Reason told him that Colin wanted Sommerall because his mother was buried there, G.o.d rest her soul. The marquess a.s.sumed his son wanted the property badly or he would have stayed in London to continue his typical rakeh.e.l.l pursuits.
His son had a plan. No doubt it was quite inventive. Colin, for all of his reckless ways, was shrewd. The marquess was interested to see exactly what his son had devised in such a short period of time. Of course, he would not make matters easy on Colin. In truth, matters could take a wrong turn, but he figured he had a decent chance of succeeding.
He chuckled softly, remembering how his own father had given him a blistering lecture many years ago. G.o.d knew he"d been as wild as the proverbial March hare in his day, but like his father before him, the marquess intended to force his son to leave behind his raking for good.
Chapter Two.
The next morning Colin had just sat down with a plate of baked eggs, bacon, and a roll when he heard his father shout outside the dining room. "I"d better investigate," he said.
Naturally, everyone at the table followed him into the great hall, where the marquess stood holding the funniest-looking puppy Colin had ever clapped eyes on. It was a wrinkly pug with a black snout.
"Bianca, Bernadette!" the marquess roared.
The twins padded into the great hall with widened eyes. Colin suspected his sisters had perfected their innocent expressions.
The pug wriggled in the marquess"s hands. "Be still, animal."
"Oh, Papa," Bianca cried. "You found Hercules."
"In the water closet," the marquess shouted.
Angeline walked up beside Colin. "Oh, dear, your father is overset," she said under her breath.
Hercules licked the marquess"s hand.
Colin covered his grin at the affronted expression on his father"s face.
"This animal is an abomination," the marquess said.
Colin approached his father and tried to ignore the distinctive odor of urine. "Father, are you all right?"
"Do I look all right? This sorry excuse for a dog ruined my boots." He looked over his shoulder. "Ames!"
The butler strode into the hall.
"Throw this disgusting canine into the dustbin," the marquess demanded.
"Nooooooo," the twins cried out simultaneously.
Margaret gathered the girls in her arms. "Hush, Papa will not throw Hercules in the dustbin."
"Oh, yes, I will!"
Fat tears welled in Bianca"s and Bernadette"s eyes.
Colin folded his arms over his chest, knowing his gruff father wouldn"t be able to withstand their tears. Doubtless the twins knew precisely how to manipulate him.
Ames held out his hands for the dog.
The marquess narrowed his eyes at his daughters. "He stays in the kitchen. I do not want to see him above stairs ever again or he goes. Do I make myself understood?"
Bianca and Bernadette ran to the marquess and hugged him. "Oh, Papa, thank you," Bianca said, sniffing.
Bernadette brushed her finger under her eye. Colin was fairly certain it wasn"t a tear, but he must credit his sisters for their theatrical performance.
The marquess patted his daughters awkwardly and addressed Ames. "The water closet floor needs to be cleaned."
"Yes, my lord."
The marquess sat on a chair, removed his boots, and signaled a footman. "The smell will never come out. Burn them."
"Yes, my lord."
The twins volunteered to take Hercules to the kitchen. Colin suspected they would sneak the pug to their room at the first opportunity.
"Colin, we will meet in my study in thirty minutes," the marquess said.
He inclined his head and thought his father looked rather undignified as he walked up the steps in his stockings.
Precisely thirty minutes later, Colin rapped on his father"s study door.
"Come in," the marquess said.
When he entered, his father continued writing. "Be seated," he said.
Colin jiggled his leg, an old habit. Be calm; be confident.
The marquess sanded the paper, folded it, and applied a seal. When his father opened a new letter, Colin forced himself to relax his jaw. He understood his father"s silent message: patience.
He did not expect this interview to be easy. His father would likely interrogate him, but he was prepared.
The marquess set the letter aside. "You requested this meeting. I will hear you out, but I am disinclined to make a gift of the property simply because you are my son."
Colin lifted his chin. "I understand. However, I am willing to take responsibility for all needed repairs."
The marquess folded his hands on the polished desktop and regarded him with a patronizing expression. "I received an excellent offer. The prospective buyer is willing to make the purchase and see to any needed repairs. It will cost me nothing, but I will certainly gain from the sale. You probably do not have sufficient funds for renovations."
Colin had expected this argument. "I understand that I would have to make a considerable investment."
The marquess huffed. "You mean I would have to make the investment."
"Only if you wished to contribute," Colin said.
"Well, how else would you finance this venture? Beyond your quarterly funds, you have no other source of income."
Colin knew that he would shock his father. "I"ve made investments in shipping."
The marquess snorted. "So you"re literally waiting for your ship to come in."
This is business. Keep your emotions out of it. "I"ve been investing a considerable portion of my quarterly funds since I was twenty-one."
The marquess stared at him in a stupefied fashion. "You jest."
"No. I figured money was the key to my independence."
"You did it in the event I cut off your funds."
Colin smiled a little. "You did threaten once or twice."
"With good reason," the marquess said. "That affair de coeur with Lord Ogden"s wife could have ended with you planted six feet under."
He"d been only twenty when Lady Ogden had seduced him, but he didn"t want the conversation to veer off into a blind alley. "First things first. I will take care of estimates for the repairs. If I find that it is currently beyond my means, we could draw up an agreement in which I repay you for the cost of any required loan." Surely his father would not object.
The marquess tapped his fingers on the polished surface of his desk. "It may well require the services of an architect and all manner of workers. Why should I contribute funds when I have a perfectly good offer?"
"I understand, but I"m more than willing to make a partial payment now," he said.
The marquess narrowed his eyes. "You failed to answer my question."
"The primary advantage is that it keeps the property in our family." Surely he would not sell when his mother was buried there.
The marquess steepled his fingers. "You intend to occupy the house soon?"
"First I intend to inquire about the best men to provide estimates for the work."
The marquess stood and looked out the window. He was silent for a long moment.
Colin restrained the urge to speak. His father would reveal his concern in his own good time. Interjecting at this point would be foolhardy.
The marquess turned around. "Suppose I approve this plan. Will you personally supervise the renovations?"
Colin frowned. "I certainly intend to make inquiries on the progress."
"I see."
"Whatever it is that concerns you, I"m sure I can provide a solution."
"What happens if there is a problem while you"re in London? Do you expect me to take the reins while you"re carousing?"
"Of course not. I plan to journey to Sommerall once a quarter."
"And the remainder of the time? Are you willing to give up chasing lightskirts, gaming, and swigging spirits to oversee renovations that might take years to accomplish?"